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Sharp painful when I get an earful of your words soft warm comfort from your storm with my words truth lies my, how time flies by these words weapons and bandages water and sandwiches they feed us and starve us they heal us and harm us from my words I am born And I die I destroy And I cry I create I celebrate I give and I take French, English, Mandarin et cetera Feeling loved in any language makes me feel better A word made the world to the Christians “Let there be light!” And it was, Because I said so my parents’ words the final say the end of my day as the world turns so does my life with my words.
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